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"Don't go away, Miss Dallas," he said, entreatingly. "I have something to say to your mother which concerns you.",From a distance came the rattle of gunshots.,Betty who secretly preferred to trip the light fantastic toe in this manner, maintained a discreet silence.,Then the chief ghost walked out of the lodge and shouted out for a feast, inviting the man's father-in-law and other relations who were in the camp to come and eat, saying, "Your son-in-law invites you to a feast," as if he meant that the son-in-law had died and become a ghost and arrived at the camp of the ghosts.,"A very doubtful charm.","Oh, Acton, Acton, you overwhelm me!" murmured the Admiral, turning his head away to sea, and speaking with a voice that trembled with the tears of a man's heart.,He dropped her hand at the obsequious voice of the waiter at his elbow.,“O, Mar, jist a teeny-weeny brown crust, it carn’t hurt me.”,“Ef it hadn’t been fer Mosey, St. Elmo might of been lorst yet,” remarked Betty, gazing reflectively into the fire. “Ef he was goin’ walkin’ on till he found Joner, he’d of been gone a long while.”,"Yes, sir, and then I saw her and reported her to you.","It is Mr. Moore's retriever!" cries Mona, hurriedly, in a startled tone. "I must run. Down, Fan! down! Oh, if he catches me here, in this dress, what will he think? Quick, Geoffrey, give me my shawl!","What would you call the Aurora's average?" enquired Captain Acton..